Your feelings were never real

“No!” I screamed.

The sound was deafening, and I ripped the papers apart. “I will never hand my son over to you! You can’t take him away from me!”

I kept on shrieking as I had finally lost my mind, tearing the documents over and over again so they floated to the floor in tiny pieces. I hurled the rest of the shredded paper at him with tears running down my face.

“I will never let my son come anywhere near you, Mr. Gray!”

My anger at the pure injustice of this world was rattling, and my tears flowed faster. “You got these fake documents in my absence and you think you can fool me into surrendering my child to you?! Your plan has failed miserably!”

“Fake?” He said that word like he was unfamiliar with it. His tone lowered. “Fail?”

He chuckled. It was dark and intimidating. He stepped closer to me, with a sadistic smile and I took a couple of steps back.

He kept following me till I had nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide from him. He was standing right inside my personal space, his hard torso slightly brushing against my front. His heat had me trapped, and his dark gaze held my eyes to his.

“You think this is fúcking fake?” He gritted his teeth. “Go against the court order, then. If you are not scared of the law, then you should be scared of taking a case against me. Try to stand against my lawyers, I dare you, Catherine Banks.”

His words felt like a bullet.

Because he was right. He was powerful, and I could not stand a chance against him. He knew that, and now he was using it against me.

It hurt.

It hurt so much.

And it made me mad.

More tears ran down my face, as I held his gaze and spat out the pained words, “What do you stand to gain from this? You were never there from the start. While I got pregnant, you were busy cheating. I carried my son inside me all alone. I birthed him in the hospital ward with no one beside me. I provided for him from day one up until this moment.”

“That was your choice—”

“He will grow up happy and safe with me, rather than having to deal with the pain and trauma of being stuck with a distant and non-existent father like you!” I yelled through sobs, cutting him off.

He narrowed his eyes at me, and I knew I had struck a nerve. I continued, tears racking through my entire body, “You are going to be a horrible father to him. That’s why you can’t take him!”

Andre’s facial expression changed immediately after I said that. Hurt flashed through his green eyes before he clenched his jaw and covered it up with a dark look.

He stepped forward again and pressed his body against mine. My pulse accelerated, feeling all that toned muscle pressed flat against my softness. He lowered his face to mine, till I could feel his warm breath on my lips.

He was so close.

It was dangerous.

But not as dangerous as his next words. “Do what’s best for you, and give up. Or I will completely wreck your world from its roots, crush you and leave you destroyed, just to have my son.”

My heart broke hearing him say that, and I turned my face to the side to escape his gaze as I started to cry, humiliatingly. “P-please… don’t bring a baby into whatever we have against each other. He’s innocent in all of this, and it’s only going to leave ugly memories with him… he’s too young, please.”

“Ugly memories? You think I am going to hurt my son because I’m a horrible father?” He snapped angrily at me and I flinched.

He moved closer, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him. “Is that what you f*cking think? It is your fault that I was not there when he was born, and I’ll be a fucking stranger now. You did not think about that when you ran off without leaving a trace? I’ll be a better parent than you could ever be, Catherine. Especially with that disgusting job you have?”

Did he just insult my job? He just shamed me for doing everything I could to provide for my baby.

I slapped his hand away from my chin and yelled heatedly, “You deserve to be a stranger to him, for sleeping with my sister without caring about how much it hurt my feelings!”

“Your feelings were never real.” He said to me with a chuckle.

I stared at him. He knew nothing about how I felt for him. That was why he could easily dismiss me and act any way he wanted.

For a moment back then, it felt more than a contract marriage. But look where that got me. Hateful and bitter. And his words right now were a harsh reminder.

He turned back to the table. When he came back to where I stood, he shoved new copies of the documents into my hands.

"Sign this or I am going to force you to do so."